July 1, 2017July 1, 2017 brittfasano creative, Poetry I hate the sound of my voice I hate the sound of my voice. Those inaudible contractions, anchored in the wet depth The fracture of bone.Spread the ideas: Email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email Print (Opens in new window) Print Share on X (Opens in new window) X Share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window) LinkedIn Share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Share on Reddit (Opens in new window) Reddit Like Loading...